This little restaurant is one street north of the D’Beatrice Comida Criolla.
Passing by, at lunch yesterday, there was a line almost out the door and all the tables inside were occupied.This morning, the doors are open for breakfast. It is quiet and a cool breeze rushes through the room from the Caribbean Sea, a few blocks to the south of us.
Regulars are finishing, talking, joking, getting ready to go to work, all men in their forties and fifties going to jobs to support their families.
The bill is one hundred pesos.- less than what I pay for morning coffee and a cherry pie back home at McDonalds.
The beauty of the Zona Colonia, to a newcomer, is that you find new twists and turns every day. As a traveler, everything is new, and by the time it stops being new, you go home. When you get home, the travel spirit carries over a little while longer and you see your own home with new eyes and a new heart.
Keeping my spirit open is a daily responsibility.
I don’t want to have a dead spirit in a live body.
Bacon and eggs are good for breakfast most anywhere in the world.